Let's check out this "massage"

You ask about the special room, and your hostess replies that they have a specialist who claims to have studied and ancient text relating to this specific art. She adds that it provides excellent relief for sore and aching muscles. This sounds right up your alley. You pay the fee and enter through the door.

"Take off your clothes and put on your towel please." You find the source of the words, a woman sitting down at a corner of the room. It has a sturdy table in the middle. Is that where this "massage" goes? "I said, take off your clothes and put on your towel." She says again, evidently annoyed by your dumb stare. You are snapped out of your trance and get a look at the massager(?) for the first time. You see a woman in her thirties with short blonde hair going down to her shoulders. She is wearing what looks like the dresses worn by ladies of the merchant classes, but in many areas the cloth has been removed for flexibility, including her midsection. You see tanned skin over a semi-toned stomach. Above her stomach, massive breasts hang down in their flimsy white top, supported by her thick frame. Her arms are also uncovered, but are more muscular. You assume this is due to her career choice. Her face is hard and angry with a strong jawline, but has a mature beauty.

Not wanting to anger her further, you turn away and do as instructed. She points you to the table, and you understand that you are to lay down. You do so, clad only in a white towel. She gets up and walks over. "What do you want hun?"